I will go this very day and see her." "There is no need for you to do that, Madelon.

I will marry her at once, as you advise.

I think she will be willing," Burr said, slowly and coldly.

Then he left her without another word, and went up his terraces with his back bent like an old man's.

He was holding hard to his heart the surety that Madelon no longer cared for him, for it is scarcely within the imagination of either man or woman that one can love and yet give away.